Offended

It’s no wonder that Christian books for the hurting top the charts. It's no surprise that counseling offices are overwhelmed with the offended.

Our pride and our stubborn refusal to continually contemplate the truth of the gospel forces us to run from book to book and counselor to counselor, always seeking a form of 'spirituality' that will value us as highly as we value ourselves; instead of seeing ourselves as justly deserving of so much more offense than we will ever receive.

Christianity is not a religion meant to cater to the constantly offended: we don’t need any help for that kind of hurting; we need a Savior. A Savior that said, if they offended Me they will offend you, and a Savior that never once needed anyone to heal His bruised ego.

Brethren, they spat upon His face. He stood in our stead and took what we deserved. If all our secret thoughts and all our secret deeds where found out, apart from Christ, we ought to be spat upon.

We don’t need to be pitied or to be more respected; we need to continually die and be resurrected by the life-transforming truths of the gospel so that we don't get offended in the first place. That's the kind of help we need.

And we don’t need the transformation of our minds just once, at the beginning of our Christian life; we need this transformation every moment of every day; that's true spirituality.